accessThis post is vague, personal, and almost certainly of no interest to anyone but myself, but it’s my blog so I’m posting it. To save you all the torture, I’m hiding it under the “read more” tag. If you are interested, put forth some effort by clicking and read on. If you’re not, congratulations: you’ve already won. Go read the comic; I’m trying for weekly updates on Monday’s, so we’ll see how that goes. ^_^;
This is the dead bird in the tree outside of my window. It’s been there for months now; maybe since the beginning of the semester… maybe longer. I don’t remember when it first appeared, and I don’t know how it got there. It has weathered rain, snow, wind, thunderstorms—everything Michigan could throw at it—wedged into that tree in such a fashion as to make it nearly impossible to remove. As far as I can tell it hasn’t moved an inch since I first realized it was there, and there doesn’t seem to be any pressing concern from anyone to remove it to a better resting place.
Now that I’m finished here at WMU, I feel more and more like that bird, especially with recent events.
I know exactly what I’d like to do. but that will never be an option. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that, but I’ve learned to live with it as best I can.
There’s something else I’d like to do, but too many questions remain unanswered, and I don’t think they ever will be answered. I wish I could ask, but that’s been described as probably the worst thing I could do, so I wait.
And now I have another option, which is completely contrary to what I’d like. It’s making me sick thinking about it. I don’t want it, but… what other options do I have? If I had some answers it might be easier, but I need to make a decision soon, and nothings coming.
My real problem is probably that I’m a hopeless romantic that’s going to be alone for a really, really long time… are you actually reading this? God I’m in a depressing mood, and this is probably the worst post I’ve ever written. Stop torturing yourself and go read something else.
Welcome to life.
But the real question here, is why haven’t *you* gone and taken that bird down? Your analogy between the bird and your decision seems more and more accurate. If the bird being left there bothers you, than don’t wait for someone else to come to its aid. Move. Sometimes you just have to do things by yourself be it burying the bird everyone walks by or making your decisions come right or wrong.